The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1887-01-27

other--cvcrything IN that same uepress-
ing order, even their little beds were un.
rufled, each smooth pillow looked as II
Impressed by sunny head for oh, SO
long.
And, ah, miscryl What was that in
Willic's room in the porcelain vase2
Some white flowers tied with white
satin ribbon; and this heart breaking
emblem in Jcnnic's rooma Her picture,
sweet child! with crown of fading
flowers encircling it-and hero in Car
ric's room her picture, the darling, also
crowned with immortellcs.
And Jacks room, forlorn in its tidi-
ness; yes, yes, funeral wreath in his
room, dear, loving little Jack.
Mrs. Jewctt's first impulse was
to disarrangc everything; tho
quiet and palling ncatness were
goading her to madness !;
even kitty had deserted tho sunless,
childless house, but the children-oh,
the children The mother felt as if her
brain were atirc, and her heart was
bursting with its pcnt grief; she could
not end Lrc it another momcnt-and she
awokc.
Thank God ! She was sitting directly
in the rare, sweet sunlight which God
made to come in, not to be shut out of
cur homes. In the garden she heard
the sweet, delightsome voices of her
clildrcn-the blessed little children.
Kitty, with futtcring little paws, was
cu ching with unchecked CLEO at the
tassels of the muslin curtain, and she
noticed with sigh of relief that the
mahogany bureau, with its FURNISHED
surface, had been paved with fresh fin.
ger marks.
Mrs. Jewett arose slowly, locked the
door, then knclt down; after awhile she
went forth, new quiet in her heart, a
new smile on her face.
In the dinin3-room she raised the
curtains, so that tho sunlight danced
gaiiy through the room.
Jennie came in with torn apron, and
was greeted with smile of welcome
rent and all.
Willie had been using paste in
the d ning-room, and had daubcd
the cloth, door-knob and his
blouse, but mamma patiently showed
him how TO clean the spots away. and
Willie promised with great sincerity to
be more careful another time.
The children had a gloriously happy
day. At night, when they were all
asleep, their mother went from room to
room, gazing with pure thankfulncss at
each darling little sleeper, SO dear-ah.
so dear! She sighed, then smiled at the
little porcelain vase in Willic's room,
filled with sweet, wild flowers of his own
plucking.
Then she went to her own room, and
tcarfully told "fathcr' her terrible
dream.
He kissed his wifc's fair brow fondly,
aid said, soothingly:
"Ncvcr mind, dear; we're all right
now"
And they were. The timely warning
was not lost on the mothers heart, for
she never forgot how terrible it wa.
when in dreams she roamed from ono
C PITY, orderly room to another in quest
of her children, aud could not Fl I'd them.
And she resolved that she would moi
wait to place white flowers in their hand
when the perfume could not reach thu
dullcd sense and their fading bcau'''
would only break her heart; the child
reE should have the flowers now, whilc
their dear eyes were open to behold
them, and their hearts still alive to al
of earth's comforts and delights.
And we would that many another
wife and mother, who is drifting into
habits of fretfulncss and nervousness
through undue care for the children
bodies rather than their souls "migh
dream this lady's dream"